Chapter 240: Traitor

About the matter of Soul Society being occupied by the captain of the clone.

Ru Yueming originally planned to directly sweep over, but this perfect plan was denied by Yamamoto without a second thought, and he directly boasted.

What do you mean by sweeping over, I can do it too.

If it weren't for the fact that it would destroy Soul Society, he would have been cut from the first division to the thirteenth division long ago.

So with his amazing wisdom, Ru Yueming conceived a new perfect plan.

Multi-pronged approach.

Raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a moment.

The people in the eleventh division fight each other every day, and they are almost bored.

It's not easy to have a mission to save the world, how can I forget these good brothers?

It's a good opportunity to test the training results of this group of people.

Shouting every day that the inferior will defeat the superior, and the heavenly power will be reversed, don't let the actual combat fail.

There is no specific detailed plan, nor any detailed arrangement.

In the words of Ru Yueming, each of them will lead a small team to go to the eleven divisions except the first division.

If you can beat them, fight, if you can't, run.

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, just fight first.

The only people we can trust now are our own people.

Maybe it's because of limited materials, or maybe people below the vice-captain are not taken seriously by the mastermind behind the scenes.

There is not a single clone in the huge 11th Division.

But it is precisely because of this that he has room to play.

Ru Yueming stood up from his chair, looking around with a domineering aura, and said arrogantly:

"Gentlemen, let's start!"

As soon as the voice fell, a tall and thin figure exuding the breath of a beast rushed out of the 11th Division in an instant and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Xiao Jian, wait for me!"

The pink-haired loli jumped out from nowhere, and her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the Zhongyi Hall. She caught up with Zaraki in two or three steps and jumped lightly onto his shoulder.

"Without me to show you the way, you can't find the enemy..."

"Tsk!"

Seeing the two leave, the others were not to be outdone and started to move.

Zaraki Kenpachi is not suitable to lead the team, but it doesn't mean that others are not suitable.

Soon, the huge 11th Division was emptied.

Ru Yueming stood there, thought for a few seconds, and left.

…………

9th Division, outside the division.

Ichimaru Gin narrowed his eyes, hid in the shadows, and gathered all his spiritual pressure, like a venomous snake hunting.

Main gate.

A group of muscular men holding Zanpakuto directly ignored the warnings of the guarding death god, and immediately launched a war trampling, and instantly broke through the gate of the division.

It was like a group of wild bulls in heat.

Rokuguruma Kensei, who was handling official business, was the first to notice the abnormality in the division, and appeared on the grass outside with a flash.

In sight, a group of burly men were carrying the death god, asking about his whereabouts everywhere.

"Stop!"

Rokuguruma Kensei shouted, "Who are you, why are you here to mess with the 9th Division?"

Everyone turned around, and a series of scarlet eyes locked on the direction of the sound source.

"White haori, white-haired muscular man."

"It's the captain of the 9th Division, Kensei Rokuguruma!"

"Haha, he's mine!"

Before Kensei Rokuguruma figured out what was going on, he saw a group of muscular men charging at him.

In an instant, chaotic spiritual pressure surged down, even making the air around him thick.

Kensei Rokuguruma's breathing stagnated, and he immediately burst out with strong spiritual pressure, trying to suppress this group of traitors.

When the burly men approached, he finally saw the logo on their clothes.

The 11th Division!

"Ru Yueming, I can't stand with you!"

"Destroy it, Duan Di Feng!"

The frenzied green wind blades burst out from the short sword, tearing apart the camp that besieged him in an instant.

Compared with other divisions, even the first division, the soldiers of the 11th Division can be completely defeated in a one-on-one situation.

But when they face the captain, they seem a little weak.

But even so, Kensei Rokuguruma is still shocked to the extreme.

Are these guys just ordinary Shinigami? !

Why can't my Duan Di Feng kill them instantly?

As a captain in charge, Kensei Rokuguruma often trains his Shinigami soldiers.

It is precisely because of this that he knows the normal strength of ordinary soldiers.

But compared with the muscular man in front of him, his own soldiers are as weak as hungry children. The two are completely on a different level.

A big man who looks like a zombie was chopped off with a knife.

Kensei Rokuguruma showed a trace of determination on his face.

This can't go on. No matter what happens, this group of people must be subdued first.

"Bankai--"

The majestic spiritual pressure is erupting, and the materialized light column lingers around, plowing cracks in the ground one after another, and forcing the people who besieged them back again.

The muscular men let out the wailing of the weak and flew out one after another.

"Iron Fist..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp blade light tore through the sky, breaking through the outer layer of the spiritual pressure defense of Liu Che Quan Xi with lightning speed.

Puff——

The hot blood splashed and fell on Liu Che Quan Xi's stunned and unbelievable face.

Who is it? !

The blade light was instantly retracted and fell into the hands of a seemingly harmless boy, with a barely detectable blue light in his slightly narrowed eyes.

It was only then that the first words of explanation rang out in the silent courtyard.

"Shoot him, Sharpshooter."

Ichimaru Gin looked at Rokusha Kensai with a smile and nodded.

Maybe he doesn't have the advantage in a frontal fight, but when it comes to sneak attacks from behind, there are few in the Soul Society who are more suitable than him.

Even the group of Shinigami from the Second Division who hang out in the dark side all day long are the same.

The magic gun has a unique advantage in sneak attacks.

An unspeakable sadness and indignation spread in his heart, Liu Che Quanxi raised his hand, trying to use his last bit of strength to stop this rebellious act.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam gushed out, and he fell to the ground with unspeakable emotions.

Ichimaru Gin stepped forward, checked briefly, and shook his head helplessly:

"It's actually true."

"Fortunately, I didn't waste too much time. I can definitely grab the next credit!"

Ichimaru Gin's eyes seemed to glow with excitement.

This is a rare opportunity.

It's hard to do something for the Lord Palace Secretary, but you can't let it go easily.

After briefly treating Rokusha Kensai's injuries, Ichimaru Gin left the ninth division with the snarling muscular men.

Walking towards the team building next door.

"If I remember correctly, the captain of the 10th Division seems to be a member of the Shiba family."

Ichimaru Gin whispered to himself, "Forget it, never mind."

"If you return without success, you will be looked down upon by the Palace Secretary. This kind of thing is absolutely not allowed."

"Don't say he's a noble, even his colleagues will do it without fail."

…………

Little Tsubaki Bladeemon stared at the evil ghost-like man in front of him with vigilance. While he was highly concentrated, his right hand was quietly placed on the handle of the knife at his waist.

As a great swordsman, Kotsubaki Bladeemon's perception is extremely keen.

He could detect the terrifying aura coming from the other party.

The strong murderous aura was almost solidified, pouring in from his pores overwhelmingly, and the bone-eroding coldness paralyzed his nerves.

If it hadn't been for the activation of his spiritual pressure, Kotsubaki Basemon doubted that he would even faint on the spot.

"real or fake?"

Zaraki Kenpachi raised his serrated sword, pointed at the opponent, and asked.

Little Tsubaki Bladeemon's pupils shrank, as if he heard something unbelievable.

"Forget it, you'll know after you chop it down."

Zaragi didn't have the patience to wait for the other party's answer. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and he raised his knife and struck.

Clang! !

The two long knives collided and countless sparks burst out.

Little Tsubaki Bladeemon felt as if he was hit by a mountain peak. The terrifying power was transmitted from the sword, wiping out his resistance with overwhelming force.

The two of them are not on the same level at all.

Seeing this, Zaraki Kenpachi felt a hint of satisfaction in his ferocious smile, and then raised his Zanpakutō again.

Amidst the wild laughter, he slashed at the person in front of him like crazy.

Sparks flew everywhere, and there were crisp collision sounds.

Kotsubaki Basemon kept backing away, his face full of shock.

He knew the person in front of him and had memories related to him in his mind.

The third seat of the 11th Division, Zaraki Kenpachi.

A man who named himself Kenpachi.

As we all know, no one with this name is easy to mess with.

Facts have proved that Zaraki did this.

Not only did he not have a swastika, he didn't even have a swastika, so he chopped down a captain until he was unable to fight back.

Little Tsubaki Bladeemon intended to activate his swastika, but the opponent didn't give him a chance at all.

There is no slack in the continuous attacks, and if you are not careful, you will be seriously injured.

"Weak, too weak!"

Zaraki yelled, "Where's Shikai, where's Swastika?"

"Take it out quickly!"

Little Tsubaki Basemon's mouth was filled with blood, and his expression was extremely bitter.

There was something wrong with the lord's plan.

While replacing the captains, such a monster was left out.

Where is the official?

There are so many more horrors than the captain!

Fortunately, as a swordsman of the first generation, Kotsubaki Bladeemon still has something.

He swayed and rolled to his side to avoid the chop.

Spiritual pressure brewed, and powerful impacts erupted in all directions, stirring up billowing dust.

"Swastika!"

"Wu Dong Zun Vajra!"

In the violent beam of light, Kotsubaki Basemon's appearance changed drastically, vicious teeth grew out between his lips and teeth, his eyes were full of blood red, and his hair was scattered, but it gave people a sense of majesty.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Zaraki Kenpachi laughed excitedly, "You're not bad!"

"Let's have a hearty fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden spiritual pressure ignited like a raging flame, instantly rendering the sky above his head, and the violent aura increased instead of decreasing.

At this moment, Zaraki Kenpachi had just shown his true strength.

Little Tsubaki Bladeemon's heart was full of bitterness, and even the hand holding the sword became heavy.

hard to imagine.

He was a dignified captain, but he was suppressed by an officer.

The other party didn't even come up with his initial solution!

Kenpachi Zaraki stepped forward, and a circle of dust spread out on the ground. The tall and thin figure rushed in front of Kotsubaki Bladeemon, raised his sword and slashed.

boom!

A loud roar erupted, and the majestic impact was like a wave, spreading layer by layer in the aftermath visible to the naked eye, and the roaring wind destroyed everything around it.

Trees were uprooted, the ground cracked, buildings collapsed, and smoke billowed everywhere.

A figure flew out upside down, plowing a deep and long huge ravine on the ground.

Little Tsubaki Basemon raised his ferocious face, full of astonishment.

He didn't expect that even though he had activated his swastika, he still couldn't gain the upper hand.

Where did Kisaragi Ming pick up the monster from? !

"Hahaha……"

Zaraki Kenpachi's laughter became more and more crazy, golden spiritual pressure rose into the sky, and the smoke and dust around him was swept away in an instant.

His mouth widened in a ferocious and excited smile.

The serrated sword pointed forward, and the unreserved killing intent almost solidified, covering the entire battlefield.

"This is the fight I've been looking forward to!"

Little Tsubaki Basemon's pupils suddenly shrank, and the evil ghost-like ferocious face arrived in front of him in an instant.

Another sword fell without any fancy, and the huge force wiped out his resistance, and once again the whole person was thrown away.

At this moment, his heart was filled with despair.

monster……

…………

In the Second Division, the sky was filled with black mist.

Matsumoto Rangiku put her hands on her hips and let out a queen-like three-part smile. Her character of fearing that the world would not be in chaos was brought to its extreme at this moment.

"Miss Yoruichi, you have nowhere to escape!"

"Be good and surrender, and admit that the captain is mine!"

In the black mist, a figure wrapped in golden thunder stared closely at Rangiku Matsumoto in front of him, with a smile on his lips.

"Capture him without mercy?"

"It's not certain who will win or lose."

"I won't give up Ming!"

…………

What a disaster.

The 11th Squadron completely mutinied.

When the news came out, everyone was shocked and stunned at first, then yelled at the rebellious ministers and traitors, and then suddenly felt that it was quite normal.

The captain of the 11th Division is not a law-abiding person.

On the contrary, Tiangang's mantra has almost become this guy's mantra.

Sudden rebellion does not seem to be something difficult to accept.

I just don’t know what the first team is going to do. Can Yamamoto Shigekuni really be ruthless enough to clean up the door?

Or rather, give up the Seireitei and retire from the position of captain.

The Shinigami were waiting for orders from the First Team, but Yamamoto seemed completely unaware of the commotion outside.

At the same time, the Eighth Division.

On the roof of the captain's office.

Kyōraku Shunsui lay imageless, with a pot of sake and several wine glasses beside him.

"I never thought that the perfect plan would be exposed so quickly."

"How did you find out about us?"

"Dear junior brother..."

Looking in the direction of his gaze, a figure descended from the sky and landed on the roof.

"Don't use such a friendly name, we are not familiar with each other."

A look of disgust appeared on Ru Yueming's face, and she answered dissatisfiedly.

Although these copies have the same abilities and memories as their original counterparts, in his eyes, they are still no different from strangers.

Really unfamiliar.

"It's so sad."

Kyoryaku Shunsui drank the last bit of sake in the cup, pulled out the two swords from the scabbard at his waist, formed a cross posture, and faced the front:

"In that case, then..."

"The flowers are turbulent in the wind, the flower gods are crying, the wind in the sky is chaotic, and the demons are laughing."

"Hua Tian Kuanggu!"